A Friend Forgotten

As the sun shines overhead,
My minutes are numbered.

Each blazing ray that reaches me
Takes a little of me with it to the ground.

And slowly, I begin to disappear,
My existence fading too quickly.

No one will know when I’m gone,
Nor will anyone care.

For I’ll fade away without a sound,
As if I’d never been.

Oh, what I’d give to have someone by my side,
Someone to ease the pain.

The melting hurts far less
Than the knowing that soon I’ll have vanished.

The stick in my side drops quickly to the ground,
Taking with it the mitten that I had been given.

And as my body shrinks down to nothing,
My makeshift eyes, mouth, and nose fall.

It is now my time, and that is quite clear.
I gaze once more at the birds, chirping with glee.

They know not that at the arrival of their preferred season,
My life is cut short.

I wish I could wave goodbye to this world,
One that comforted me while I was whole.

However, there is no chance of saluting the place,
For my arms are already gone.

No more time is left to stall,
And the constant dripping increases.

As the last of me turns to slush, soon to sink into the ground,
A single tear runs down my cheek.

No one knows that it’s a tear, though.
For it’s only one drop of water,

And I used to be many.